'cause he's always living back in dixon Circa 1949 And we're all sitting at the...
(rebecca lynn howard/marty dodson) I can't find the words to describe How it feels being...
Cold Laughing like a moron in a can A chill runs down my spine Am...
I saw you again, at a matinee this afternoon, I was alone, and watching only...
I stand between the left and the right. Between two faces, day and night. Back...
Such pretty hair May I kiss you May I kiss...
I often watch you the way you whore yourself You're...
We've been indoctrinated and convinced by the white racist standard...
When we make love I feel it so deeply When...
They were both young He believed in himself only In...
Now she was about seventeen Just, young and fine She...
My mother used to whore herself And my father Would...
He loves With sweetness and sincerity While she can only...
You rarely notice but I hang on your every word...
A hopeless romantic that's what i've been called. So don't...